You put me on a platter but not to eat, Flip me over and repeat!

I can be a skeleton but no being wears me Without the window there is nothing to see I am the part that pictures wear too And chances are I hold a portrait of you

Fuzzy on the outside, Juicy within, If you hate me with skin, You can eat me from a tin.

I travel far without a sound, Through air or space I move around. I tell you when to stop or go, or share a message you should know.

Salt and pepper, white or red, many other shades can crown this head. Sprouting from a human face, despite the wish to keep it chaste.